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THE SUN, SUNDAY, JULY 12, 1914.
r A Y TO MAKER Fo, Chllil. whose cheeks to-day Show blossoms of the May, If, In your December, You shall remember These 1 It tic Kewples iniule you cay, Itcenll her gently too Who once loved children too, Anil childlike seemed for them, Whii tlrcw nnil dre-uncd for them Of little kindly things With wings. Miss O'Neill tolil the reporter thnt It Is the easiest thins In the world to make money If you only know how, for the Kewples, with tinlf tlio effort that she has put on her other work of Illustrating, writing hooks and songa and painting canvases, have brought her ever so much more than she ever expected to make she doesn't tell you how much that was. Tcrhaps It's wise. MAKE MONEY S FROM MISSOURI "After the Kewps began to go about the country In the magazines ntul books . Oil, how did they begin?" the reporter ns.s. "This way. I used to sign my Illus trations, as most artists do, with n lit tle personal mark beside the signature which was In the form of ft citpld, and little by little this ctipld from being n nice, well set up, conventional Raphael cherub, Fourteenth of F- bruary per sonage, developed the most astonishing changes In his anatomy, almost with out my volition. "One of my editors made a collection of these elfish little sprites and one day tent them to me with a request that I evolve a permanent person out of them. I did. I always do what editors say. It's wiser and safer. "In time from all over the country I began to get letters from the kiddles. They werp tired of cutting out Kew ples, they wanted real Kewples that they could hold and play with. I was astonished at the number and the earnestness of these requests. Then commenced to come the letters from the owners of toy factories, who arc on the lookout all the time for some thing to amuse the llttlo ones. "Just think; at the present time there are some thirty or forty factories In Germany making these Kewples, turn ing them out by the thousands, moulding them, baking them, shipping them, AYS THE ' LAUGH Miss Rose O'Neill, Creator of the Kewpies, Who Has Forty German Factories Making Her Toys, Tells How She Succeeded Says New Yorkers Need a Little More of the Joy of Life painting their faces, qulrllng their tufts, clipping Ihelr wings, and the strange part of It nil Is that not even that very unpleasant process of manufacture Is nblc for one moment to destroy the In nate loveliness and the kindly humor of the Kewple character. They rise su perior to any such mundane Irritations. They smiled at me Just as engagingly from the crowded table, of the Teutonic factory. Yes, I visited all the factories which arc situated In the toy province of the (vtrythlng be very si ' ,'Ullnn " American h ut thu OWll thin Arriving fri.m her M step of flf'' ' illh her Uprned - nporter: "What (1. jrinnlnc n rlndow' ni'tileil In this dull old f gray stnne and ugly . .s a little more of the t ' If e; New Yorkers have, but they are getting to i people and iTte old ac- they are Inspired by .i. r is losing Its force. At apparently what Rose ther day In New York --"iiri ranch after an ab- ". numbs she took a walk p.' sister, and this Is what -he described It to a Sl'N v it think I saw? Kewples nc from, oh, a dozen shop . 11, of course the least I cguU do w i - til laugh back and then people look' d atul the first I knew they rjutf all Idiutung." Having started the merry ball rolling, Vlie Joy FH' r pursued her way and a llt t!t remiAi l from the promenade of tUhion.il' - die saw what at first view ihtbellm I n bo a Kewple house with nice, lit n. sandbank In front of It for the Kew'j... to play In. Her slater, ier.ed in nuiropolltan lore, explained uat while 'In' municipality Just adored tl.( Ktnp s there had not been made a itSnlte impropriation for housing them Hir.'P".y H Ptsapp. ir. ed but not dismayed and 9 1... . l.ultaf tltit nil thn nllthnrl. w neidid was a suggestion. Miss i '.Will- s'ie Is the possessor of other ejnw, ' ut she prefers this one for 'forking1 purposes took a nice, chubby K(p from her vanity bag, stuck him lutdown Irj the soft sand at the side of the llttU' log cabin which was built to ti'use the tools of the subway workers -and went on her way rejoicing. Passer!- ', tired by the day's work; ixbltlous plodders with their feet on ihr ground ond their heads In the luudi, rn.lt. poor, men, women and chll. urm. tnw the Kewple holding a llttlo tt& a ri his dimpled hand and smil ing at tin n w ith that mixture of humor taad sympathetic understanding which f Eark! tin Kewple face, and all at once they liutthed, Some wuved u return jrit-UEK iery one was gladder and letter f.ir the foolish little person's ap parante ,n the sandbank at the side of the tln l. K idbln. The Kewpie is to the human world iat the T.-ddy bear Is to the four fouled. It ,- the embodiment of fun and Utallty ami good natured benevolence. Is inspire respect even In cynical grownup. It it the loglcul descendant of the brownie of Palmer Cox fame, having a uri .it many of the tempera iftital n.i.ilitles but possessing itralghtir 1 us. "It bland.-, says Miss. O'Neill, "for la, ordtr .iul simple dressing." In the la-, -t book w hich describes the Ings of K' wples and published toy the Frtdrrlck. s -kes Company Miss O'Neill In thf dedication: Jo every ft. ', who'll look Into thin 'live tin-, 'klllK in- That chh.i Tllth.it i AM Hi ilr. Tht Keu , . oh, irw Eie fair -II I make for a little AM f a. (lost , Jit are n 'ome mi T with t "I lOVfil 'I yuui . tn. dear. Hire, the I., J He can We Mere r thl, f vain I look vis to keep. 'U't'P i.l hold I lit' old are Mown - fur Its own, ' eyes Hint look re forsook) I KlllllO '.lie, ' r days ng the ways rlillilhonil's) should, 'atlve mood, t no lunger lisping tongue. ' little things when I was t of Hose O'Neill, steal dm gain ii little work not ddnn lr BfcarMfc''M.iirr2jB JkiKiKBHH jv -HililwiiHBs3iB' iHhI . !9Hi.. : i" WxJrHH 1 ML A Thurlnglan forest In the northern part of the country. The places themselves look exactly as I knew they would, having read my Grimm's fairy tales with zeal. We a very benign, superior, dignified personage who Is the manager, a sample Kewple and myself motored from one to another. Incidentally the Qprnian workmen, who arc dear peoplo and not without u sense of humor, called this trio of ours the holy family, I don't know whether that is Irreligious or not. It didn't seem so there, for they said It so respectfully. "Men, women and children make the Kewples and In each factory I modelled one myself. Some of these quaint work people, whose ancestors have been en gaged for centuries In making toys and who have acquired In consequence by Inheritance certain elfish traits, Just as the Oberammergau peasants have In herited the religious characteristics, i look a little bit like my dear Kewples ii nil they alt love them and speak of them as If they were real truly people. "Sometimes in my far away Mis souri home, which I call Honnlebrook, or on the top of a skyscraper studio building here In New York I shut my eyes and see the smoke curling out of the chimneys of those little ThlirltiKlan cottages, the charcoal men, the wood cutters, the toymakers coming homo from their dally work, or possibly put ting a final smirk to a Kewple face In their homes. I sec Kewples playing hide and seek among the wonderful trees of the forest; I see them playing tricks on the tourist pedestrians nnd then I wake up with nothing tangible to remind me of my fat little Kewples." "Except possibly n fat check," Inter polates the Interviewer. "Exactly!" Don't think that you can dismiss Rosh O'Neill, who has been called the most successful woman artist of the day, with Uie Idea that her work Is of the Kewple order entirely. To n great many people she Is the creator of these little folk and that Is all. To an equally large number her name evokes memories of Illustrations In magazines. American and English Interesting, subtle, tech nically correct drawings which divldo the popularity of the written talP, often with the lion's share of attention to the credit of the artist. Again, speak of Hose O'Neill nnd you will hear of Salon exhibits which were photographed and rephotographed until the subjects are familiar everywhere. "Paolo and Francesco" nnd "The Pic tures of the Soul" are two of them, nnd a third painting the finishing touches of which are being put on here In New York ranks with them In depicting strange, aloof imaginings which she keeps carefully hidden from everyday folk nnd which only show tiny hints when she croons some Celtic melody or some of her own song compositions In which she has suggested the Irish folk songs admirably. She says of herself that "she has a "crepuscular mind," one that dwells In the twilight nnd finds there strange, beautiful, terrible, ex quisite pictures. "The Cave Woman," her last painting, "smites the eye," to use her own ex pression. Springing toward the light from the depths of woodland gloom, this strange creature, half beast, half woman, with fangs for teeth, a hairy body und crude, semi-formed features, has written In her face the struggle of the soul's birth and on the wrinkled, rough cheek are two tears, wrung from that agony. What was It? The death of a first born? Possibly. "Who can tell," says Miss O'Neill, "when that first, frightful birth of the 'soul took place? I see It dimly In that Corotllke land scape of mine In which the dreams come, but I cannot tell the origin." "For ten years," says Arsvne Alex andre, critic of the rtunro, "I have been running to catch up with Miss O'Neill." During thnt time he has written her scores of letters, Insistent as the Kewple letters of the children and like them demanding that she progress further In the exploitation of her art. At last she has consented and Is now on her way to Paris, where specimens of nil her versatile art will be shown drawings and models of Kewps, weird canvas subjects, Illustra tions which will Include the drawings for her last book. Sho calls particular attention to an exhibit called "Tho Tiger." It was In spired by the play of that name by Witter Itynner, first published In the Vorum, then staged for a nhort time. It belonged to the rubber band class of drama, of which last season was filled, being pulled on and oft suddenly. The painting shows a curtained al cove, the tiger watching with Its claws on the henp of gold and, presumably Inside, the tiger woman about whom tho play was written. In relation to this picture, tho author of the play wrote this couplet Inspired by tho ver satility of Mlstf O'Neill: Tiger, tiger, how do you do? Did she who niado the Kewps, make you?, U j ? zzzrHJ - ' ;aj! IBflj&yhft ' jjlS jjtjjtjfS KHfeH HjMfmlHMB Some examples of the joy-giving Kewps. They look at you with a mixture of humor and sympathetic understanding and all at once you laugh.